Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.